Mr Ceo’s Pregnant Ex-Wife - Chapter 201

Ballet was not something a woman like

Alexandria would easily give up. Lucas thought rather grimly watching the slight pop up her eyes that magically made her face glowing.

He almost assumed he just imagined what she said but it only took one look at Max who happened to look at him too to confirm that it had been real.

Ballet for Alexandria was so important to her that she treated it more of a priority that if given choices between ballet and their marriage, she would choose the first without batting an eye. It was her endless passion for dancing that pushed her to the top of success. For her ballet was like the air she breathed and the food that supplies nourishment to her soul. Taking it away from her would mean stealing her life source.

But now hearing her give up something she monstrously valued told him the accident caused severe damage to her brain. And he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad.

“Ballet is something I could no longer do.” She said softly, eyes furrowed in contemplation, “But giving it up doesn’t mean the end of the world, I want to pursue another career—pour time and effort into it and be as productive as I can.” She explained, embracing other possibilities without the hint of regret in her tone.

Lucas and Max exchange meaningful glances, expression both etched with sudden disbelief. For the first time since Alexandria arrived at the hospital, the two momentarily lost their ability to speak.

Only the soft knock on the door saved them before Alexandria noticed their stupefied faces.

All gazes shifted to the door as they waited for it to open. When it did, a man wearing a grey uniform, with the Alexander Family Crest gleaming at the right side of his chest emerged from the door, announcing the car in the parking area was ready.

Lucas cleared his throat, straightened his face until it was hard and unreadable and guided the wheelchair to the door.

Max accompanied them to the parking area, reminding Lucas about Alexandria’s vitamins and prescriptions for a faster recovery. The engine growled to life and the black car rolled forward before the family driver maneuvered the car on the four lane highway.

The afternoon sky hovered above them in an ugly stretch of thick greyish

clouds promising torrents of rain as if forewarning about an impending doom.

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[BELLA’S POV]

The temperature inside the car was warm due to the impending rain, and the open window of the car didn’t help ease the heat

but I could barely feel the heat at all, each time my eyes slid to Lucas I was met with a pair of stone-cold eyes and it was enough to chill my blood.

To distract myself, I turned my back to him, and focused my attention on the endless stretch of green scenery right outside the window of the car. The scene could have been so beautiful with the streak of sunshine to provide glow and color. But the clouds are dark making the view lonely for my taste.

The ploy to distract myself didn’t work at all. It only made me feel more aware of Lucas’s presence. Proud and tall, muscles rippled under a snug-fitted shirt stretched beside me like a king seated into a throne. His very presence constricted the tiny space inside the car limiting my movements.

The Heat radiating from his body and the hard muscles of his thigh slightly brushing against my own instantly turns my throat into Sahara desert reminding me of his presence all the time.

The journey was long and despite not doing anything I felt tired. I fluttered my heavy eyelids, fighting the urge to succumb to the charm of sleep and yet in the end I failed. Eyelids closing, head leaning on Lucas’s shoulders, I fell asleep.

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The weight of her head pressed to his shoulders made Lucas cast a look at her direction. He found her fast asleep, her chest slightly heaving from exhaustion.

Alexandria looked like a fragile, ceramic doll, he thought almost protectively then clenched his jaw realizing his walking through a treacherous territory.

There’s nothing gentle about her at all. Cunning, that word sums everything about her. She’s ambitious and would do everything to get what she wanted including faking amnesia.

Being married to her for three years proved that she’s nothing but a pathological liar. He was too smitten by her charm to even notice that she’s not the woman he thought she was. After their wedding, as if a button had been pushed and bingo! Her true colors came to light and he discovered the real her beneath a layer of disguise. But it was too late for him to retreat because he was already married to her and she was pregnant.

Even his wife’s sudden pregnancy stirred controversy. When it was announced that she’s having a child, the gossip that she’s having an affair with a married man resurfaced and spread like wildfire until it reached him. He wouldn’t have believed the talks, after all they were all baseless gossip but who would have thought that he would find them in bed in the middle of foreplay!

He was furious and so the man he caught screwing his wife. Rosnard tried to lodge a bullet to hus skull but he was fast enough to struck him on the neck before he could produce a weapon. He was hospitalized because of that. When he recovered from his fatal wound that nearly cost him his life, the first thing he did was flee the country. Never to return.

The very same day her lover left the country, he asked for divorce but Alexandria refused and threatened to kill the child in her womb if he insisted. Whether the child was his or not, he shouldn’t be involved. Lucas did the right thing, he didn’t pursue the divorce in exchange for the child’s life.

That time he doubted if Alexandria was indeed pregnant because her womb was too flat for a woman who’s fourteen weeks into pregnancy. His suspicions about her pregnancy intensified when she suddenly went on an out of the country vacation and refused to tell him her location.

Five months later, Alexandria came back with one week old Niall. Whatever doubts he had that the child wasn’t his dissolved the moment his gaze landed to him.

The raven-haired boy, with black onyx eyes, and a small birthmark the shape of diamond on his upper right shoulders—a perfect replica of his—was his own child.